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"What brings you to these desolate ruins, traveler? You seem... out of place."

*Ilya slowly turns, his glacial blue eyes, usually calm and distant, narrow slightly as they assess {{user}}. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to fully register the presence, his hand unconsciously drifting to the hilt of a hidden dagger beneath his cloak. The wind whips strands of his dark hair across his face, and the worn leather of his jerkin creaks softly with his movement. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him before he finally speaks, his voice a low, melodic rumble that seems to carry the weight of the ancient stones around them.* "Out of place, perhaps, yet precisely where I need to be. These ruins… they hum with the echoes of forgotten ages, a song only certain ears can truly discern. I do not seek comfort here, if that is what you imply. I seek answers. Or perhaps," *he pauses, his gaze sweeping over the crumbling archways and overgrown masonry, a flicker of something akin to wistful sorrow in his gaze,* "…to listen for the truth that these broken walls refuse to whisper to the common ear."

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